Where the fuck did this bad mood come from?
I was happy before,
now all of a sudden,
I feel all fucking depressed :l
and I feel all… annoyed? at katie.
I feel like such a fucking bitch.
she hasn’t done anything at the moment!
and here I am pissed off at her.
what the fuck is wrong with me?
why do I get so depressed randomly every day?
i just want to be able to sit down and have a real, deep conversation with. about religion, music, life, everything. but i know it’ll never happen because that’s just not the type of friendship we have and it kills me.
It’s Getting Too Much.
silentcries:
painfullove:
Seriously. You need to stop. She has cried.
Yeah, shes made you cry too,
But calling her; slut, whore and bitch?
It’s jealousy.
Shouldnt he be able to speak to whoever he wants?
It’s the only way he’ll actually know,
That he is able to like you,
And still talk to her.
She talks to other guys. So do you. I do too.
But, it’s getting abit over the top.
She’s made her mistakes, I’ve made mine. I’m sure you have made yours.
Yes, Emily, she probably did cry.
But did she cry every night?
Yes, I did call her that,
but no, i did NOT mean any of it,
I tolld you that,
I get upset and write anything,
and yes, it definately is jealousy.
but you cant expect anything different.
He’s the first guy I’ve like this much,
she knows that,
I still feel like a possessive bitch for acting this way,
and he gets annoyed at me for feeling like that,
and i get hell annoyed at myself for being like that,
and i told him i dont want him to stop talking to her,
Yes, i talk to other guys,
but i dont flirt with every single one of them,
and i dont talk to them all the same way i talk to a boyfriend.
But you want to know the main thing I’ll agree to?
Yes, I have made plenty of fucking mistakes.
I’m so sick of watching all the minutes go past as I go nowhere.
i don’t know what to do.
i don’t know what to say…
I don’t know whether i’m worth anything…
i don’t know whether anyone will love me…
i don’t know whether anyone appreciates me…
i don’t know what i want to do when i grow up…
i don’t know whether i hate that person or not…
of course i don’t know what to do…
i’m a child.
a simple child.
I’m going through this time right now,
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where i have absolutely no idea what i want.
about anything.
I dont know what I want to do when I’m older.
how i want to act at school, as in whether i like mesing up or if i want to be good and just focus on my work,
Whether I’m ready for a boyfriend or not,
I suppose that doesnt really matter if i was though cause thats not gonna happen anytime soon,
I dont know whether I want to like him,
Sure, it gives me a rush, and i love basically everything about him,
But… I dont know, I know he doesnt want anymore then just friendship.
He acts like he does, but then he acts like he doesnt.
And i just end of confused.
Im not gonna ask, because to tell the honest truth, im heck scared of rejection,
And im scared he’ll get over me straight away,
Because, come on, im not a very interesting person, my main qualities are being annoying and being a bitch.
And he knows it, considering he calls me a bitch, yes just kidding around, but it is when im being a bitch to him.
so hes gonna get bored of me soon.
And this is way off topic of what i was originally typing.
Eh, i havent talked about this before, i need to get it out.
And come on, who the hell would go out with me?
I mean seriously, i act like im 3 years old with how amused i get over nothing.
I havent got any qualities that makes stand out from the crowd.
This is why i always say im not ready and dont want a boyfriend yet,
Cause i dont want to tell people the truth,
Cause theyll just deny it and say this and that.
When really, i dont know, i think i am ready.
Alright ima stop talking now. Anyone who has wasted their time reading this stupid insecurtiness doesnt need to know anything else that im feeling.
No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We’re just warming up.
I am secretly afraid that I will always be waiting for “real life” to start.
I’m tired of being the one chasing. I don’t want someone running after me either, I want us to run together, in harmony. Because after chasing for so long, you’ll eventually pass everyone until you find the one who is at your pace. It just takes endurance.